The Isle of Magick
Last Updated: 2.22.01



You have now set foot on the Isle of Magick. Welcome Pagans of all religions, young and old, solitary or covener, the novice and the experienced. I'm Twilight Moonwater, a sixteen year-old solitary practitioner of the pagan earth religion Wicca. This page was created as means to reach out to other Pagans, especially those who are young and struggling (not unlike myself!) and to inform those who may be curious. I hope it will do just that. For those not familiar with Wicca, please read this. All others, continue on your journey down the Isle.




This page is dedicated to the Irish Goddess Brigid and the Egyptian goddess Bast, to the wonderful nature religion of Wicca, to Pagans (and familiars!) everywhere, to the light and the dark, to loving, learning and living life.





GUESS WHAT????? I finally have a computer recent enough to use upgraded Tripod! I am so excited! I haven't been able to update in nine months because my ancient computer would not allow me to access any of my files. Now I can! And I don't even have my new lightspeed Internet hooked up! YAY!! This is the coolest! No more whining, complaining, using my crappy computer as an excuse for everything! I am fit to rejoin wired society! This is such a novelty for me - I will probably (hopefully) be compensating with feverish updating soon, so be watching the skies! Let's see how rusty my HTML is!


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Check this site out! It's my newest discovery. Be prepared to slightly offended and greatly amused.




YOU HAVE SET FOOT ON THE ISLE OF MAGICK

The path is long and twisting. Your feet barely touch the ground as you chase after that elusive laugh. But you're running out of steam. You stop in a clearing and collapse under a tree, exhausted. Immediately you pop up again. "Ow!" What did you sit on??? A stone or something? No. It's an odd looking stick, carved with strange symbols. You put it aside.

You settle yourself comfortably under the tree. There is a wide river running through the clearing. It is sparkling and clear. You look at it and wish the rivers in your neighbourhood were this clean. There really ought to be a law to prevent littering.

You are beginning to feel rather drowsy and extremely relaxed. The tree is cushioned in moss and supports your back perfectly. There are birds somewhere nearby chirping, and their song sounds like a lullaby. Your eyelids are growing heavy. In a matter of minutes, you are fast asleep.

You awake with a jolt! Hours have passed and it is so very dark. There is no sign of the sun. You wish you had a candle to see by. You sigh in relief as the full moon comes out from behind a cloud, flooding the woods with white light. You gaze at it, a luminous silver globe hanging high in the sky. Suddenly you hear a strange sound in the shadows. Your heart stops. But it is only a cat. She jumps into your lap and begins purring. You're glad for a little company. You've never felt so cold and alone and your stomach is growling with hunger. You wish more than anything you were safe at home right now, with your family and friends.

You gaze up at the stars. It feels like you've been sitting here forever. You wish you at least had a book to pass the time with. Suddenly you see the girl again! Her necklace catches your eye. It is an exquisite silver chain, with a strange symbol, like a star in a circle, danging off. It seems vaguely familiar. You frown and try to remember where you have seen it before. Then, you notice the girl is not alone. She is holding the hand of a tall, beautiful woman. You stare at the girl's companion. You have never seen anyone so lovely in all your life!

The girl smiles at you. "Hello," she says. "My name is Twilight. This is my mother. She created all this." She gestures at the woods and rivers and mountains.

"You've been to the woods and the river," she continues. "Where are you going next? The Isle is full of mystical and magickal places. Which path will you take?"

Which Path Will You Take?



The Isle of Magick has been walked + 4500 times since March 28, 1997. This page was last updated February 22, 2001.



Twilight Brigid Moonwater

twilight-sky@joymail.com

Elsewhere on these pages, twi_of_the_light@hotmail.com or twilight-sky@chickmail.com may be referred to as my email address. Please ignore that. I no longer have an account at hotmail or chickmail and will not receive any messages sent to those addresses. Though that may change now that I have a kickass new computer that can actually access good sites!



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Created 3.28.97. The Isle of Magick © copyright 1997-2001 Twilight Brigid Moonwater. All rights reserved. Original text may not be reproduced without the permission of the webmistress. Graphics on this page are courtesy of Niala, Lilith Silverhair, Clover Godiva Edain, and Lynda Rae. Their artistry and generousity is much appreciated.